[pops to life--some doors are being closed and possibly locked--]

I haven't an inkling what today might all be about--but--Salutations to all, formally, I suppose..eh...

Only--one small, light and utterly humble request of our--current apparently temporary...residents--

...please--would you refrain from and restrain yourselves in taking my hats. ( Read more... )

[--there's a precious collie mix puppy on screen, positioned on the floor in front of the fridge in the Cafe part of Tarrant's shop--he's barking; he's barking a lot at the closed chrome door]

Gawain--!

[he finally comes into view, carrying a few bottles of fresh cream; he sighs down at the puppy] Honestly, Gawain, what a racket! What could possibly ( Read more... )

[click--the audio pops to life--the sound of running, splashing water...]

--Odds, ends and bobbins--cogs and pabs--...Hello? I daresay, hello?

[he shifts, turning]

...I know this color and sound. Do I not? Or had my rememory gone slick and falsely once more..?

[a pause--he puts the thing down, and steps away]

I have not, and yet so have laid eyes on ( Read more... )

I daresay I had not been--quite expecting such a curse. [some snipping, a ruffle of fabric] It wasn't quite right--nor wrong--nor truly twixt the two at that...I could--would and have wanted to--nor thought to, or rememory unfaulty and unbroken--..even see their faces. Gone now.

[a clatter--he tries to smile through the words]

..From what I can ( Read more... )

All right, so--

Survived. I actually lived through the morning. I’m a little proud of myself. My early classes aren't terrible--in fact, they're not so bad this time around. Optimistic for the afternoon--I even fit in drawing somewhere. It sounds..fun. Still suck at science, though. I'm..way lost. And ill at the prospect of dissection.

Already a ( Read more... )

I've heard of so much heartbreak today, it certainly makes me quite entirely and utterly disheartened and discouraged. It's rather sad, isn't it, when a romance is torn asunder..?

My heart certainly floats to each an every one of you--most particularly you, Buffy--Of course--speaking of such love--it does belong to someone all it's own.

Thoughtful, ( Read more... )

[a distinct thunk as the communicator falls and turns on by accident--Tarrant's distinct orange shoes wander past the camera, muttering lightly--there's another muted thump as he knocks over a few tall reams of cloth]

--oh--Dear--hmn--

[he turns--feathers, beads and other such things tumble to the ground and roll past the camera]

Slurkim skirmish-- ( Read more... )

[when the feed opens, the Hatter is staring out the window; he's uncharacteristically still, his face full of bewilderment and unadulterated wonder, his hat laying at his elbow...he turns back towards the device, opening his mouth, attempting to say something, anything...but turns his head back towards the window instead, breathless]

....

[at last, ( Read more... )

[It has been a strange month.

Of course, Tarrant is quite used to strange--and he didn't think it was quite strange himself, more everyday happenstance. This particular kind of strange is nearly too strange for a man who's known strange most of his natural life.

That is quite strange.

And so, on a surprisingly quiet day, the Hatter is headed ( Read more... )

[picture flickers--the Hatter sits at a table, staring at his moving hands, a number of pins in his teeth; some newly acquired fabric, thread, odds and ends lay by his elbows, a cheap, half-broken form behind him with a rich, finely made, fully pieced suit upon it]

It is a wonder, a puzzlement, how one can sleep in such a City--let alone survive ( Read more... )